Holding Heaven In One's Arms

[darkuberelf]

Floating freely in the whispy clouds,

Your head so very high,

'Tis on the wings of an Angel,

That your mortal feet do fly.

This place of joy and bliss,

This height to which you've never been before,

You know not how you got here,

To your awestruck mind, nothing can be sure.

Yet, you do know,

In your heart, in your soul,

That She, that Angel by you,

Is the reason why so happily you soar.

You turn your love-smitten head slowly,

She is there, in your arms, by your side,

Shining Goddess divine, beauty unmarred,

Like loves pure light with nothing to hide.

You pull Her close, her soft Saintly hands entwined with yours,

Such a feeling of warmth and joy you thought you'd never know,

And you feel in your heart that, come Hell or high water,

You would not abandon her or leave her so.

No you could not foresake this Heaven sent beauty,

Not for all the riches that could be offered, or other things so vain,

For She is priceless, completely beyond measure of worth,

For no one or nothing else can so bring such delight, and cast away so much pain.

So treasure Her you do,

This golden Seraph, this Heaven in your arms,

And as happy and content as any man could be,

Cheerfully falling for Her daintly charms.